Monthly Archives: August 2015

Last week I went to see an old friend for the last time. She was a beautiful young spirit who was in her last hours of life. She was unresponsive; and she had what we call the “death rattle”, very … Continued

Mrs. Fat Man and I took two of our daughters to McDonalds for an ice cream cone this evening. Then we drove over to a small lake by our house so we could watch the people there fish and wind … Continued

The Fat Man has spent a good portion of the last ten years getting in touch with just how bad he really is. I am not using “bad” the way people often do today to really mean good, I am talking … Continued